MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Gunther paused for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts before responding to Blake's inquiry. With a deep breath, he let out a chuckle, a hint of nostalgia tingeing his voice.

"You might not know this, Blake, but much like humans, vampires have what could be considered as their hometown," Gunther began, his tone carrying a sense of reverence for the hidden origins of their kind. "It is hidden in plain sight in the cold, dark corners of the world where the sun rarely shows its face."

Blake's curiosity piqued at Gunther's words. He leaned in, eager to learn more about this mysterious place that served as the birthplace of vampires.

"Imagine a sprawling city shrouded in perpetual twilight, where ancient spires pierce the sky and shadowy alleyways twist and turn like serpents," Gunther continued, his words painting a vivid picture of their ancestral home. "This was the realm of our kind, a sanctuary from the harsh light of day where vampires could thrive and exert their dominion."

As Gunther spoke, the dim light of the room seemed to flicker, casting shifting shadows on the walls, enhancing the eerie atmosphere.

"Much like humans, vampires also endure their share of hardships, often stemming from cultural diversification," Gunther continued, his voice low and steady. "But unlike humans, our success isn't measured in mere wealth. It's measured in influence and power."

Blake furrowed his brow, leaning forward with keen interest. "How does that come into play?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Gunther nodded, his expression grave. "Well, just like in human society, there are those born into old, influential bloodlines—the vampire equivalent of old money. Families like the Rockefellers, but with far more fangs."

Blake nodded, beginning to grasp the analogy. "So where do you and your brothers fit into all of this?"

"We were born into what you might call the commoner class of vampires," Gunther explained with a wry smile. "No prestigious lineage to speak of. Just average blood."

"However," Gunther continued, his tone growing somber, "that all changed when we discovered our inherited power—the shadow powers."

Blake's eyes widened in realization. He remembered seeing Gunther and his brothers manipulate shadows with uncanny precision during their training sessions on the beach. "So that's what makes you so special?"

Gunther nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "Indeed. It's a rare gift among our kind."

Blake recalled Rose's revelation about the myriad powers possessed by vampires. "Rose mentioned something about vampires having various abilities," he mused aloud, connecting the dots.

Gunther nodded, his gaze distant. "Yes, we do. But our particular talent quickly caught the attention of the vampire lords and high lords—the most powerful figures among our kind."

A sense of gravity settled over the room as Gunther's words hung in the air, underscoring the weight of their newfound status and the responsibilities it entailed.

Gunther's voice took on a somber tone as he delved into their darker past. "After we gained recognition for our shadow powers, we were sought after by the dirty lords and high lords—the ones with blood on their hands and secrets in their closets."

Blake listened intently, his eyes narrowing as he absorbed each word. "What did they want from you?"

Gunther's gaze turned distant, as if recalling memories best left forgotten. "They wanted our services—escorts, hitmen, executioners. We became their shadows in the night, carrying out their dirty work while they remained hidden in the shadows of their own mansions."

Blake's jaw tightened at the grim revelation. "So you became feared."

Gunther nodded gravely. "People knew of our powers, but they didn't know us. We operated in the shadows, only visible to those who could afford our services—the highest orders of vampire society."

"We went on countless secret missions," Gunther continued, his voice growing colder with each word, "snuffing out and silencing countless oppositions for our hirers. We became ghosts in the night, leaving behind nothing but whispers and fear in our wake."

He paused, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in before continuing. "It was within the confines of this city that Rose first rose to prominence,"

Gunther's voice softened as he shifted the focus of his tale to Rose. "Rose, however, was different. She was born into royalty—the pristine Shelly household."

"Rose was well-known as a bright prospect," Gunther continued, admiration lacing his words. "Not just for her wisdom in politics and intelligence, but for her ruthless side as well."

"She was the Shellys' golden spoon," Gunther explained, a hint of bitterness creeping into his tone. "A prized asset they hesitated not to boast about."

"But things changed when the young Rosaline Shelly became adventurous," Gunther continued, his gaze growing distant as he recounted the past. "Her path led her inexorably into the hands of Damien Durello, another bright upstart yet known notoriously for his underhanded ways."

"The two became fond of one another, and young affections bloomed," Gunther said, a hint of wistfulness coloring his words. "But the Shelly household was not in support. The Durello household couldn't care any less."

"Rumors swirled back then about Damien," Gunther added, his voice lowering to a whisper. "It was said he wasn't a product of the ruling lord of the Durello household. The whispers of his illegitimacy were not spoken about hushly."

"Eventually, the two young lovers decided to elope with one another, abandoning their heritage and disappointing their households," Gunther continued, his voice carrying the weight of the past.

"The Shellys were significantly battered by their upstarts' disappearance," Gunther explained, his expression reflecting the turmoil of those times. "Some took the heartbreak and moved on, while others struggled to come to terms with the loss."

"The current leader of the Shelly household, who happened to be Rose's father, had passed away, leaving a vacant spot," Gunther revealed, his words laden with solemnity.

"Rose's disappearance meant that there would be a re-election to decide who would take over the vacant seat," Gunther elaborated, his tone tinged with gravity.

"But not everyone was pleased with it," Gunther added, his gaze growing distant as he recalled the intricacies of vampire politics. "As much as the families appeared united, within the family were strata upon strata, segments branching far and wide. And most of them wanted the seat of power."

Gunther nodded solemnly, his expression grave. "Lady Gladys Shelly, Rose's mother was devastated more by Rose's disappearance than her husband's death. With her other daughter, Elena deemed unfit and unqualified by the majority of the Shelly household for the leadership spot, it meant the seat would leave her direct bloodline."

"Ultimately, the decision was made, and the seat was lost to Rose's close relative," Gunther explained, his voice heavy with the weight of the revelation.

"Gladys had called upon us," Gunther continued, his tone reflecting the gravity of the situation.

"Wait, are you serious?" Blake interjected, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Are you saying Rose's own mother would call a hit on her own child?"

"Gladys had told us to cleanse the earth of the shame she bore in the form of Rose," Gunther revealed, his voice tinged with regret.

Blake's mouth hung open in shock. "What in the hell...?" he trailed off, unable to comprehend what he was hearing. A mother would do that to her own child?

Gunther chuckled softly, though there was no humor in his eyes. He could see the disbelief etched on Blake's face, but to him, it was just another grim reality of their world. "I know it sounds unreal, Blake," he admitted, "but trust me, I've seen mothers do far worse than this."

Blake shook his head in disbelief, struggling to process the magnitude of what Gunther was revealing. It was beyond comprehension that a mother could order such a thing against her own flesh and blood.

But then again, in the dark and twisted world of vampires, nothing was ever quite as it seemed. Gunther's next words would reveal just how deep the darkness ran.

However, the sound of car pulling up outside caught both vampire's attention.

"That's Randal, they are back!" Gunther said.